I think the song goes a bit like this: Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear Sé mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear Grief and pain are all I know my heart is sore my tears aflow we saw him go our buachaill beo no word we know of him och on Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear Sé mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear A proud and gallant chevalier a high born scion of gentle mien a fiery blade engaged to lead he'd break the bravest in the field Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear Sé mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear Then we'll sing his praise as sweet harps play and proudly toast his noble fame with spirit and with mind aflame so wish him strength and length of day Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear Sé mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear (Repeated)
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